Traveling back to ancient times to become a bandit leader

Chapter 63 Oiran Furong and Madam Madam (1)

Ling Xiaodao and Xiao Shizi lay on the floor of the hall and wiped it back and forth. Xiao Shizi kept whispering in her ears how coveted and amazing Miss Furong was, and Ling Xiaodao's ears were about to grow calluses. , he is still endless.

At first, Ling Xiaodao didn't want to spoil his interest, so he promised a few words; later, he read so much that Ling Xiaodao's scalp became numb, and Ling Xiaodao simply ignored him and worked in a muffled voice.

After a short pause, Ling Xiaodao stood up, beat her small waist, looked around, and complained: After two hours of wiping, there is still a large area that has not been wiped. to eat?Woooo...!
A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she whispered: "Little persimmon!"

Little Persimmon turned to look at her, Ling Xiaodao said: "Is there any bamboo poles? Go find two bamboo poles!"

Little Persimmon didn't know what she was going to do, but she ran to the backyard to find two bamboo poles; Ling Xiaodao tore a few strips of cloth from a rag, and tied the two rags to one end of the bamboo pole at the same time to make a simple bamboo pole. Mop, with a smile on his face, demonstrated twice on the ground.Said: "Look, this way, we don't have to lie on the ground to wipe the floor, and we are so tired that our backs hurt!"

Little Persimmon was overjoyed when he saw this, grabbed the mop from Ling Xiaodao's hand, dragged it a few times, felt it worked, and praised: "Little Orange, I really have you." new name.

Ling Xiaodao was a little proud, took the bamboo pole and made a mop for Little Persimmon, the two hummed a tune, and ran back and forth in the hall to mop the floor.

Just as they were having fun, dozens of gorgeous girls with bamboo baskets poured in from outside the door; Ling Xiaodao and Xiao Shizi followed the prestige, but saw the girl in the front, about 22 or years old, with a radiant skin like snow, and picturesque features. A piece of gauze the color of lotus root was hung behind her ears, covering half of her face under her bright almond eyes; the black hair was pulled high into the foggy temples, and a row of phoenix hairpin beads were inserted obliquely, and a delicate hibiscus flower bloomed in the On the foggy temples, it is delicate and charming.

Ling Xiaodao's eyes moved down, staring at her clothes in astonishment, she exclaimed in her heart, what a beautiful dress!But I saw that the woman was wearing a coat with a pipa collar inlaid with gold, and a bright red skirt with a hundred flowers and smoky phoenix tail. The gauze, the slender waist is graceful and graceful without a grasp.

Seeing that Ling Xiaodao was in a daze, Little Persimmon hurriedly pulled her away, concentrated his attention for a moment, blessed these dozens of women, and said, "Sisters, are you back from offering incense in the temple?"

The woman who covered her face with a light veil glanced at the two of them, nodded, and answered in front of her; then, she twisted her slender waist, and walked gracefully towards the wooden ladder.

(End of this chapter)